I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 412 Acupuncture or Voodoo Depends on Who’s Asking
“Dao Origin City…” Deng Zimo muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.
He turned stiffly to look at Lin Feng, his mind in complete chaos.
They had crossed more than twenty million miles…
In a single breath.
At that moment, Deng Zimo finally understood.
This was no impulsive young master.
This… was a being who treated heaven and earth as playthings.
“We need to go down, Master Lin Feng. Flying vessels are not permitted within Dao Origin City,” Deng Zimo said quickly, his tone filled with unmistakable respect.
The change in his address was subtle, yet profound.
From young master to master.
It was not flattery, nor was it courtesy… it was genuine acknowledgment.
What Lin Feng had just displayed had completely shattered Deng Zimo’s understanding of the world.
Never in his life had he seen, nor even read in ancient records, of someone capable of folding space and traversing tens of millions of miles in mere breaths.
That was no longer within the realm of talent.
That was… godlike!
Lin Feng said nothing, only giving a slight nod as he waved his sleeve.
The flying boat shrank instantly, disappearing from sight as if it had never existed.
Moments later, the two descended near the massive gates of Dao Origin City.
Before them stretched a long line of cultivators and travelers, all waiting their turn to enter.
The gates towered high into the sky, exuding an ancient aura that seemed to suppress even the air itself.
Multiple entrances stood open, each guarded and orderly, allowing the flow of people to move steadily despite the overwhelming crowd.
Even so, Lin Feng and Deng Zimo passed through swiftly, reaching the front in just a few minutes.
At the entrance, each person was required to pay a fee of one hundred spirit stones… a sum considered modest for cultivators, yet utterly unattainable for ordinary mortals.
Without hesitation, Lin Feng flicked his sleeve and paid for both of them.
Deng Zimo’s eyes lit up with gratitude as he bowed deeply.
“Thank you, Master Lin Feng!” he said sincerely, his voice filled with emotion.
To him, following Lin Feng was no longer just survival.
It was the greatest fortune he had encountered in his entire life.
“Please follow me, Master Lin Feng,” Deng Zimo said with a deep bow, his posture humble to the extreme.
He moved swiftly, almost eagerly, as if afraid that even a single moment of delay might displease the man behind him.
Stepping out into the lively streets, he raised his hand and hailed a carriage without hesitation.
The driver, sensing the refined aura around Lin Feng, did not dare haggle and immediately set off toward their destination.
As the carriage rolled forward, Dao Origin City revealed more of its grandeur.
The streets were impossibly wide, paved with smooth spirit stone slabs that faintly glowed under the sunlight.
Towering buildings lined both sides, some reaching into the clouds, their upper levels hidden in mist.
Cultivators of all kinds moved about… some radiating powerful auras, others concealing their strength entirely.
Merchants loudly advertised rare pills, herbs, and artifacts.
Deng Zimo sat stiffly, not daring to speak unless addressed, though his eyes occasionally flickered toward Lin Feng with a mix of awe and reverence.
To cross twenty million miles in a breath… what kind of existence is Master Lin Feng? he thought, his heart still unable to calm down.
Roughly ten minutes later, the carriage came to a stop.
Before them stood the Medicine Pavilion.
It was a grand structure, ancient yet pristine, exuding an aura of authority that seemed to calm the very air around it.
Above the entrance hung its iconic emblem… two hands clasped together in prayer, symbolizing healing, compassion, and mastery over life itself.
Yet despite that serene symbolism, the scene inside was anything but quiet.
The moment they stepped in, they were greeted by a sea of people.
The massive hall was filled to the brim… injured cultivators, anxious family members, alchemists in robes of varying ranks, and attendants moving back and forth with urgency.
The scent of medicinal herbs lingered in the air, thick yet oddly soothing.
This was a place where life and death intersected daily.
With a population exceeding two hundred million, Dao Origin City never lacked patients.
What was most shocking, however, was that the majority of those present were cultivators.
Mortals existed only in the margins… servants, assistants, or slaves… beings whose lives revolved around serving those stronger than them.
Even so, when Lin Feng stepped inside, the crowd barely reacted.
Only a few women glanced his way, their eyes drawn almost involuntarily to his face.
His appearance was simply too striking… refined to the point that it seemed unreal.
A few lingered for a second too long before quickly lowering their gazes, afraid of offending such a figure.
Deng Zimo, however, paid none of that attention.
He guided Lin Feng directly toward the front, his posture growing increasingly respectful with every step.
By now, he no longer even tried to maintain dignity… he walked half a step behind, slightly bent, as though he were a lifelong servant.
It was obvious.
He had completely made up his mind to cling to Lin Feng’s thigh no matter what.
Reaching the front desk, they found an attendant who had just finished assisting another guest.
Deng Zimo immediately stepped forward, bowing slightly.
“Hello,” he said politely, his tone careful and respectful. “My master wishes to take the Medicine King examination today. Please arrange the earliest available time.”
The attendant, a beautiful woman in elegant pavilion robes, froze for a brief moment.
“A Medicine King examination?” she repeated, her brows lifting slightly in surprise.
Such requests were rare… extremely rare.
Her gaze slowly shifted to Lin Feng, and the moment she truly looked at him, her expression changed.
There was no arrogance in his demeanor, no visible aura of overwhelming power yet something about him made her instinctively cautious… respectful.
She quickly composed herself, her posture straightening as her tone became more formal.
“Of course,” she said. “However, according to the pavilion’s rules, only those who have already attained the rank of Medicine Master may apply for the Medicine King examination.”
She paused briefly before continuing,
“May I see your Medicine Master token, please?”
The hall remained noisy, people rushing back and forth, yet around Lin Feng, it felt as if a quiet tension had begun to form.
Deng Zimo’s heart skipped a beat.
He suddenly remembered that Lin Feng did not even have a medicine apprentice token, much less a medicine master token.
